las fiestas patrias

Yesterday was Mexico's Independence day. Instead of celebrating on just one day, las fiestas last the entire week prior to the actual holiday. So needless to say it was a very entertaining week. On Thursday night I attended a noche mexicana at the LDS Institute of Religion building near the UNAM campus. That was fun. I was able to participate in a skit. In addition to our silly act, there were several traditional dance performances, each one from different areas of the country. After the performances we ate tacos al pastor and then started dancing. I was hesitant at first to join in the dancing because my salsa moves are quite poor, and everyone on the dance floor to me looked like professionals. But after an hour or so I built up the courage and caved into others' demands to join in. I felt like I learned a few things--like I got the basic steps down. I felt sorry for the poor girls who had to dance with me though. I stepped on their toes, lost my footing several times, and often reverted to my goofy dance moves which have very little relevance to traditional Mexican baile.

Friday night the fiestas continued. My landlord's wife (Mari) is a principal at a private elementary school in Coyoacán, a nice area of Southern Mexico City. It just so happens that the father of one of her students is the director of Mexico's Naval Orchestra, which has some 200 members or so. He had asked her if she would like tickets to the event so she could attend with some of her family and friends. I was lucky enough to be one of the invitees. This was an exclusive event--not open to the public. From what I understand, you couldn't buy tickets if you wanted to. When we arrived Mari and I went backstage, met the director, and got our tickets. We then enjoyed over two hours of beautiful symphony music by the Naval and Defense orchestras, combined with plenty of confetti, mariachis, a choir, and some video presentations of Mexico's landscape, people, and architecture. Presidente Felipe Calderón was one the 8,000 or so in attendance at the National Auditorium. Most of the others appeared to military or family of the military. I may have been the only American there.

Saturday night I experienced the pinnacle of las fiestas patrias--the shout (or el grito) in the main zócalo in downtown Mexico city. At 11:00 pm President Calderón stands on the balcony of the National Palace, says a few words commemorating those considered national heroes and then shouts, "Viva México!" several times. After each grito over a million people respond shouting "Viva!". Then all sing the national anthem accompanied by a large orchestra and choir.

After this followed an impressive fireworks display around the national cathedral which also surrounds the zócalo. I attended the event with 8 others, one other American, a Haitian, and 6 Mexicans. Below is a picture of us minutes before the grito and fireworks (excluding Abraham who snapped the shot).




During the fireworks show there was a family next to us wearing sombreros (which were for sale along with fake mustaches all around the zócalo--both have obviously become icons of Mexicanism). I couldn't help but snap a few shots of the family with their sombreros in the foreground and the fireworks in the background. Below are a few of the shots I took.








I was forewarned by several people before going downtown for this event that things tend to get pretty crazy around the zócalo--that people throw huevos de harina (flour-filled eggs) at you along with other things. They were right. About 15 blocks outside of the zócalo, on our way to the event, some kid nailed me with squirt foam from a can. As we continued walking I saw this was very common--people squirting strangers passing by. So I bought a few cans of my own, distributed them to my friends, and went at it--¡al ataque! Mostly we squirted each other. It was a ton of fun. Here are some pics. By the end of the night, I had foam residue, flour, and confetti on me, as well as a (real) egg on my jeans. It was a blast. ¡Viva!